In the dimly lit corner of the local bar, a woman with a tumble of curls sat nursing a drink. She ran her fingers through her hair, leaving it in an even greater state of disarray. Across the room, a man watched her, entranced by her wild beauty. He had seen her around town before, but had never mustered the courage to speak to her.
Tonight, he decided, would be different.
He approached her, his eyes locked on hers. She looked up, surprised, as he asked if he could join her. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her gaze never leaving his. They talked for hours, their conversation flowing easily. As the night wore on, the attraction between them grew stronger.
Finally, he leaned in and kissed her. She responded eagerly, her arms winding around his neck. The kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe. She moaned, her body arching towards him.
He slipped his hand under her shirt, his fingers tracing circles on her bare skin. She gasped as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She was already wet, her pussy aching for his touch.
Without breaking their kiss, he led her to his nearby apartment, his hand tangled in her curls. Once inside, he pushed her against the wall, his body pressed against hers. She could feel his hard cock through his jeans, and she ground against him.
He lifted her shirt over her head, his eyes taking in her bare breasts. He dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. She cried out, her fingers threading through his hair. He sucked and bit gently, making her squirm.
He picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He pushed inside her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He began to move, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She matched his rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her.
He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies still tangled together.
As they lay there, he ran his fingers through her curls, marveling at their softness. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
For tonight, at least, their curly hair and messy hearts belonged to each other.
